Provincetown, Massachusetts—the diverse, drag and seafood-filled gem of Cape Cod. On top of all the eats, entertainment and nature hikes, P-town now has no fewer than two underwear parties—as friends assured me.
Here’s what I experienced this time on the Gay Riviera.A post shared by Crew’s Quarters Boarding House (@crewsquartersptown)Crew’s Quarters, a historic gay boarding house with a maritime spin, fills its lobby with leather chairs, a fireplace, and copies of Physique Pictorial.
The place is also a rather frisky hangout, to the point where I lovingly say, “It puts the ho in hotel”. The weekend I went, Crew’s played host to a Boston gear/fetish/kink event called Fascination, which filled the joint with all manner of leather, lust, and philosophizing.
Hotel patrons were given a drink ticket and three differently colored bracelets, a note explaining “The bracelets are a helpful way to communicate your desired level of intimate interaction with other guests.” I wore a whole rainbow—for show, of course—and the guys turned out to be not only fascinating, but super polite. “You don’t mind that we’re here, do you?” one of them asked me, in chaps and a harness. “Hardly!” I responded. “This place is always anything but boring.” When the weekend wrapped up, I asked the fun owner how it had gone. “Great!” he beamed. “Someone was getting cellophane-wrapped in the lobby.” Talk about transparency.Commercial Street (where Crew’s Quarters happens to be) also buzzes with restaurants, cabarets, and pedestrians, including a lot of very brave straight people.